The left shoulder seemed to be about to shatter, and there was extreme pain, and he reached out and pressed it firmly on the left shoulder, his nails embedded in the flesh, and the blood on his thin lips continued to overflow.

Jian Song sighed heavily, put his hand behind his back, and his deep gaze fell on Duan Ling's thin body, with a deep sense of pity.

The thin blood-stained lips trembled continuously, and he moved his body with great difficulty, trying to sit up, but he fell on the ice again and again, making a dull sound.

The red blood stains were scattered, and the cold touch penetrated through the thin clothes and directly entered the body, mercilessly stimulating all the meridians of the body.

"Ling'er ······"

There was a tingling pain in his palm, a sour feeling in his eyes, and he slowly let go of his clenched palm, his fingertips trembled slightly, and red blood fell down his fingers.

He took a deep breath, endured the bitterness in his eyes, took a few steps forward, and each step on the ice seemed to carry substantial weight, his eyes trembled with fine crystals, his breathing was a little disordered, and his eyes were slightly red.

The pain was relieved for a moment, and then there was a more intense pain, and he suddenly let out a cry of pain, and his thin body curled up on the ice, and there were a little blood stains scattered on the original snow-colored clothes, like a blooming cold plum, with a bit of desolate taste.

His blood-stained hands clenched and loosened, and so on, and the white cuffs were stained with a faint stain of blood.

Seeing this, he bit his lower lip, stabilized his emotions as much as he could, and trembled in his deep voice with an unconcealable tremor, "Master, Ling'er······ How's it going? ”

Jian Song's brows furrowed tightly, and when he heard this, he sighed heavily, and said in a deep voice: "This is the last step." ”

"The sealing formation has been formed, Xiao Ling now, as long as the formation is integrated into the body, it will be fine."

"But."

Speaking of this, Jian Song paused, sighed deeply, and his deep voice was dyed with a strong sense of unease.

"The sealing formation combined with the medicinal properties can indeed seal the poison in Xiao Ling's body, but it is very difficult to fuse them, and the process is also very painful."

When the words fell, the heart of the end sank faintly, and it seemed that even the surrounding chill was a little cold.

Looking at Duan Ling, who closed his eyes and struggled in pain, he only felt that there was a dagger that pierced his heart deeply, and pulled it out mercilessly, bringing up the flesh that had been turned over, and a dull pain swept through his body.

The figure shook suddenly, and he hurriedly recited the secret of his heart, stabilized his breath, and took a deep breath.

The clenched hands slowly loosened, and he pulled his lips, a complicated smile appeared on his face, with a deep sense of bitterness.

No longer hesitating, he took off his robe and sat on the ice, his wide robe swept through, and a lyre appeared on his lap, the crystal strings glowing with a cold luster.

The spiritual power worked, and he stretched out his hand, and his blood-stained fingers gently pressed on the strings.

The melodious sound of the piano poured out from the fingertips of the suicide and flowed slowly, as if it was gently singing a mysterious song, and the soothing tune had a soothing taste.

The leisurely sound of music echoes in the ice cave, like a gentle stream, quietly blowing through everything, leaving a touch of warmth, with a temperature that cannot be ignored.

Hearing this gentle sound of the piano, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and his eyes widened with difficulty, as if he wanted to try to see the figure not far away.

However, there was a misty feeling in front of him, everything was blurry, and vaguely, he could see a young man dressed in white, his eyes were very bright, like bright stars, flashing with a little inexplicable light.

Another burst of pain struck, and he couldn't help but squint, biting his lower lip, which was already bloody and blurred, and swallowed the pain that was about to blurt out.

The pale fingers clutched the placket tightly, breathing hard, but the gaze was unusually firm, with inexplicable stubbornness and persistence.

The thin body moved, the pale hands supported the ice, the body trembled uncontrollably, the hands were slightly forced, and slowly stood up.

With a dull sound, his body slammed into the ice again.

He took a deep breath, bit his lower lip, and pulled his thin lips with difficulty, his clear eyes flashed with a strange crystal, like an unsheathed sword, with a sharp sword light.

The speed of the formation on her left shoulder spun faster, making an uneasy "buzzing" sound, pressing the meridian bones everywhere, as if to crush her completely.

Standing up tremblingly, his legs trembling uncontrollably, his body shook, and he fell down again.

The pain of tearing came from the thin back of the suicide, was rapidly amplified, and quickly spread throughout the body.

The bloodstained clothes were unfolded, and he moved his body as much as he could, but he found that he couldn't use any strength.

With a heavy sigh, his eyebrows trembled, his thin bloodstained lips raised, and his eyes slowly closed.

The formation above his left shoulder trembled, and gradually dimmed.

"Not good."

Jian Song was shocked, and his voice rose a little, "The formation is about to fail." ”

Hearing this, his hand shook, and the sound of the piano suddenly changed, and it stopped abruptly.

At that moment, Wan Ling, who was lying on the ice, suddenly opened his eyes, his pale hands supported the ground, and his trembling body slowly sat up, and the red blood slipped from the corners of his mouth.

Wanya's eyes flashed, and the hands on the strings slowly tightened, revealing a deep tension.

Jian Song breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows, and showed a helpless smile, with undisguised doting.

His eyes lit up, his hands were sealed, and he slowly closed his eyes, and his whole body suddenly shone brightly, spreading out his profound spiritual power.

The purple formation moved, slowly circulating, imprisoning the mist inside, and the color slowly faded until it turned into a jade-colored formation.

The thin body sat on the ice, and the formation on the left shoulder emitted a dazzling light, with a clear sound.

It seems that a mysterious phantom has appeared behind him, with a heavy coercion and a momentum that cannot be ignored.

"That's ······"

Wan Ya frowned slightly, his eyes flashed, and he spoke in a low voice, with a faint doubt.

"That's Xiaoling's spirit."

Jian Song opened his mouth in a condensed voice, with a faint smile.

"Spirits."

Wan Ya muttered silently, and then his nervous body slowly relaxed, and a comfortable smile appeared on his face, "I know that Ling'er can do it." ”

At such a young age, Ling'er can condense such a powerful divine soul, and there is finally no danger.

After speaking, Wan Ya gently stroked the strings under his hand, and the melodious sound of the piano continued to sound, with a little relief and joy, with bursts of waves.

The phantom behind Duan Ling moved, as if he lowered his head slightly, glanced at Duan Ling, and then merged into her body, converging all the brilliance. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie